No man is a hero to his own valet.

Man is certainly crazy. He could not make a mite, and he makes gods by the dozen.

A man should ever, as much as in him lieth, be ready booted to take his journey, and above all things look he have then nothing to do but with himself.

One open way of speaking introduces another open way of speaking, and draws out discoveries, like wine and love.

Who does not in some sort live to others, does not live much to himself.

Confidence in the goodness of another is good proof of one's own goodness.

Some, either from being glued to vice by a natural attachment, or from long habit, no longer recognize its ugliness.